"The Neighbour" by Joy Rajan
I looked out my window unaware that I was watching my neighbour. I couldn ’ t pull away from the window. I felt so draw to the sight of her soft beautiful hair, her gentle skin glistening under the sun. A gush of win blew by and her hair followed. O please turn around. Please turn. She did and she saw me and waved. I waved back. My god you are beautiful. “ Who mommy? ” I turned to see my daughter looking up with me; it was as though she could read my thoughts. I her large hazel eyes sparkled with idle curiosity. I merely smiled and pulled her up into my arms. I watched as she snuggled up to me and I felt myself, helplessly looking into the window watching the new neighbour. Thoughts kept streaming down my face – and I could see all that I was thinking expose – proj...